the words march forward, noiselessly, of their own free will pushing aside a haze of unformed thoughts stepping over pristine fragments of silence to stand at the forefront of mind as we claw our way out of the boring pessimism of angsty youth onto some half-lit hilltop, an overcast reality ebbing out a whole city full of wandering demigods their lingering power, bristling beneath at least enough to spark when they cross paths.
















